city
a yellow beetle sits outside my window. it offsets the curtains to a T. the colour draws the landscape into the room. others complain of the noise and car tracks. city living complaints. give a little and live a little, shit focus just enough to incorporate the other into schema.
it is simply a misunderstanding that the misbegotten wander the streets like the local not to be fucked with angry lout.
feed fee feed me she groans for fresh sacrifices.